InfinityInfinity gives me chillsSo could the waters of IcelandBut there's a difference in findingDiamonds in rustAnd rhinestones in a dishpanMiracles blow me overAnd often will they do soNow I think I was asleep till I heardThe voice of the great CarusoBring infinity homeLet me embrace it one more timeMaking from lilies of the fieldLord Caruso in his primeA friend of mine gave me a tapeShe'd copied from a record discThat was made at the turn of the centuryAnd found in a jacket labeled miscAnd the jealous harps and flugelhornsIs the precision of a hummingbird's harpHe's the lord of the monarch butterfliesOne time ruler of the world of oursBring infinity homeLet me embrace it one more timeMaking from lilies of the fieldLord Caruso in his primeYeah, the king of them all was EnricoWhose singular chest could rivalA hundred fervent BaptistsGiving forth an intent revivalIt's true he was a vocal miracleBut that's only secondaryIt's the soul of the monarch butterflyThat I find a little bit scaryBring infinity homeBring infinity homeLet me embrace it one more timeMaking from lilies of the fieldLord Caruso in his primePerhaps he's just a vehicleTo bear us to the hills of truthThat's truth spelled with a great big TThere are oh so many miraclesBut the western sky exposesWhy go looking for lilacsWhen you're lying in a bed of rosesBring infinity homeLet me embrace it one more timeMaking from lilies of the fieldLord Caruso in his prime© transcript Emily Beynon